All around was silence; perhaps their hearts and feelings were too passionate, automatically ignoring external noises, leaving only the sound of their heartbeats and breaths.
Like a dying fish being released back into the sea, they held each other tightly with intense longing, feeling each other's familiar and addictive embrace and warmth.
Sunk in each other's breath, the souls were full.
At night, Serena initiated it.
As they were to return to the Shaw Family the next day, Adrian was mindful of her body and didn't go on for too long, but the intensity grew each time.
They didn't go back to the bedroom, but stayed in the study.
Adrian sat on the sofa, while Serena straddled him, her back to him. Her initiative lasted a while before he dismissed it as a slow boil, tugging her waist back to face him.
He slid in again when she was off guard.
They were never apart.
Serena was spun into a daze, leaning weakly like soft mud against the man's shoulder.
